Genius for one second? Live? Little Yu??? Champagne? Mound? City F * ck? Chapter 268 Death Aura
Unknowingly, another night had passed.
Sure enough, it was as Tang Huan had expected. After a month, the bead inside the "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" once again revealed an incomparably tyrannical power of sucking. After devouring the energy contained within forty "Profound Spirit Demon Beads", the white bead once again went into hibernation.
This gave Tang Huan a headache. In another month, the scene from last night would reappear.
Right now, he only had two Saint-rank "Demon Essence Stones" and more than twenty "Profound Spirit Demon Beads" left. Even if they were added up, it wouldn't be enough for the white bead to use sucking once.
However, treasures like the Saint-rank "Demon Essence Stone" and the "Profound Spirit Demon Bead" were not things that could be easily found, so it was useless to be anxious. Tang Huan decided to just stop thinking about it. When the first rays of dawn appeared, he brought the offerings out and headed towards the northwest outskirts of the Furious Waves City.
This time, not only did he carry the little girl on his back, he also carried Xiao Budian on his back. The two little fellows had stayed in the blacksmith shop for ten days and had long been stifled. Tang Huan had no choice but to bring all of them along.
Tang Xiong and several hundred other people also set off with Tang Huan.
Ten miles away from the city, surrounded by mountains on three sides, there was a vast flat land. Mounds after mounds of earth rose up densely, and one could not see the end of them at a glance.
This was the largest cemetery outside of the Furious Waves City.
Some of the graves were already overgrown with weeds and the tombstones had toppled over. It was obvious that no one had come to pay their respects for many years, while others had been cleaned up quite cleanly.
Between the graves, the roads were crisscrossed.
Tang Huan followed his memories and turned left and right inside.
After about half a quarter of an hour, Tang Huan, who had stopped in front of a grave, could not help but be startled.
Although the grave did not show any signs of being worshipped recently, there were only some sparse grass on the surface of the mound, as if it had been shoveled some time ago. However, the shoveling seemed to be too clean, and the mound was washed out by the rain, leaving obvious shallow ditches.
"Could it be that during the time I left the Furious Waves City, the old fatty came here?" Tang Huan was a little surprised, but he did not think too much about it. In a blink of an eye, two gazes landed on the tombstone.
The tomb of Lord Ji Ru Mang!
Son, stand!
On the tombstone, Tang Huan's name was not left behind after the word "son". This was because, at that time, Tang Huan, who was still young, wanted his mother to return to the Tang Family and then bury her in a grand manner. After this was done, he would engrave his own name on it.
The older Tang Huan had long since lost such thoughts. Furthermore, Tang Huan already knew that he was not related to Tang Tianren or the Tang Family by blood.
As for "Ji Ru Mang", it was Tang Huan's mother's name.
To the Tang Huan on Earth, Ji Ru Mang was just a young woman that he had never met before. However, after receiving the youth's memories, this woman's voice and smile were directly imprinted in the depths of Tang Huan's soul. Not only did it not fade away with the passage of time, it had instead become even clearer.
Before Tang Huan was reborn into this world, she was already thirty years old, and when Ji Ru Mang died, she was only in her twenties.
If he did not have those memories, it would be impossible for Tang Huan to regard Ji Ru Mang as his own mother no matter what. But now, this was already a logical thing for him. As time passed, he and the youth had long since become one, two, two, one, and one.
However, when Ji Ru Mang's every frown, every smile, and every move she made appeared in his mind, Tang Huan's parents from his previous life couldn't help but flash in front of his eyes.
Unknowingly, Tang Huan's eyes had already become moist.
After a long while, Tang Huan finally calmed down a little. He stabbed the Dragon and Phoenix Lance into the ground, then put the little girl down and placed the offerings in front of the tombstone one by one. He also lit an incense stick, but just as Tang Huan's expression was solemn and he was about to kneel down, the little girl beside him suddenly giggled.
"What are you laughing at?" Tang Huan frowned, he was a little displeased.
"There's no one inside, why are you worshipping a pile of dirt?" The little girl curled her lips and said.
"No one? "What do you mean?" Tang Huan did not react for a moment.
"You don't even understand this? Does this mean that this is an empty tomb?" The little girl frowned and snorted.
"Empty tomb, how is this possible?"
Tang Huan could not help but laugh, how could this be an empty tomb?
Back then, when his mother died, he was clearly the one who buried his mother with the help of the old man and the old fatty. Even this grave was slowly piled up and compacted by him.
Even after more than ten years, the scene at that time was still vivid in his mind.
How could such a grave become an empty grave?
"Little girl, stop talking nonsense. Don't think that just because you've recovered a little bit of your strength, I won't spank you anymore!" Tang Huan snorted, and scolded in a low voice. Tang Xiong and the rest stopped tens of meters away, they were not worried about being heard, but it was always right to be careful.
"It's really hard to be a good person!"
The little girl's face turned slightly red, and she said angrily, "Tang Huan, I've already reminded you anyway, if you don't believe me, then don't blame me."
From her tone and expression, it didn't seem like she was spouting nonsense. Could it be …
Tang Huan looked at the little girl doubtfully: "Why do you think this is an empty tomb?" In front of the little girl's chest, Xiao Budian quietly peeked her head out from the cloth bag. Her dark blue eyes looked back and forth between Tang Huan and the little girl, as if she was puzzled.
"Of course it's a feeling."
The little girl raised her head, seeing that Tang Huan's face was a little black, she immediately explained in a childish voice, "After a person dies, there will always be an aura of death, even if even the bones have disappeared and turned into one? The aura of death will continue to exist for a period of time before dissipating. The other tombs around here all have the smell of death, but your mother's tomb doesn't have any aura of death at all. "
Tang Huan frowned: "Death aura? Why can't I smell anything? "
"Do you think anyone can smell this death aura?" The little girl rolled her eyes at Tang Huan snappily, "I lived with the 'Xuan Ming Ghost King', who is also one of the eight great Demon King s, for a long time before I learned how to distinguish the aura of death from her."
"Xuan Ming Ghost King..."
Tang Huan muttered softly, his face became gloomy, and his gaze once again landed on the grave. After a while, Tang Huan's expression couldn't help but change, "My mother's grave has been dug out, and it was dug out within half a year!"
At this moment, he finally understood why there was only a little bit of green grass on the mound, and why there were traces of scouring on the surface of the mound. All of this was because the grave had been dug out recently, and the soil was loose. Naturally, when it rained, a large number of shallow ditches like this would appear.
After realizing this point, Tang Huan's face instantly turned ashen. He suddenly took a big step forward, his ten fingers like hooks, and started to quickly dig.
Dust flew everywhere, and the mound became shorter and shorter.
"Brother Tang Huan, what are you doing?"
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